The first round of paradise This story began with an utterly ordinary routine - an order to inventory another object and a list of the commission with my participation. It is worth noting that I manage the economy of the social sphere of a large St. Petersburg enterprise, and as a young (thirty-two years) specialist I am constantly sent to our facilities, and I actually have nothing against it, as soc. an object in the country is not only work, but also a forest, a lake, a bath, you can say all the benefits are in one bottle. In a word, we set off for five days in the countryside to combine business with pleasure. We left, as it was, hours at 9 and for dinner were already in place. Then, you know, lunch, accommodation and communication. By the way, it was not possible to talk with the economist and accountant, since they are new (because of their changes, and all the cheese is boring) and in the city on the design, they will be in the evening or the next morning. Well, nice, the work is worth it - nature is calling. When you work not for the first day, you know everyone and everyone knows you, so along the beaten path to the boss, word for word, the prospect of an evening bath was formed, but without company, but oh well, then I’ll catch up. I go back to the hull to unpack, on the way I open the bath, turn on the sauna, run the water into the pool, put steam on the broom. A good bathhouse should be given to insist, and most - to prepare for it, go to the village for preparation, and if you are lucky for the company. Hmmm, with the preparation, I was lucky much more than with the company, although the prospects were overlooked, it is bad that they are not momentary, but it’s quite real for the remaining five days covered. Ladnenko, I dragged back the training, at the same time morally preparing myself for a lonely couple, and I listened to my body, what else would I like? I obviously wanted more than there was, but I bought it with eucalyptus steam and three bottles of beer, on which I found a consensus. I tumble into the ready-made bathhouse (I walked for more than two hours) and arranged the training under the bench. I stand - empty, hollow, the consensus reached with such difficulty began to crack, and until it collapsed at all, I throw everything off myself (and how else would it be?) And almost in a jump I rush into the sauna.

Now imagine a situevina, I jump into the sauna, with a habitual gesture I sprinkle eucalyptus on the hot stones (the scent comes right away - I'll tell you - awesome, who haven't tried, count and not steamed in the present) and turning over four bones to the top shelf, hoping to stretch and soak up When I get to the top, I think that the place is actually occupied, moreover, with the girlish body, from which I was immediately thrown into the sweat, as if I was already worried for an hour. Vishu over him, in the pose of a dog stuck on the stairs, with his nose almost resting on the pubis of a wonderful consistency, all in small drops of sweat and curls curling into a petan demon, and waiting for a reaction. No, as if I did not notice, the desire to relish lick the miracle before the nose overpowered, waiting for the reaction further.

- Eucalyptus, this is wonderful - said Reaction

- The next number of the program will be freshly divided brooms soaked in needles - I try to develop the theme, mentally making the fourth or fifth approach to this gorgeous body.

- I look forward to it - says Reaction, turning on his stomach.

You understand, slightly oshalev, I like a mountain doe poured down and fished out a prepared broom from the pelvis, shaking it off on hot stones, for adding steam and pine aromas and climbing back, I assert myself over the waiting body. Thought approaches have already passed for the second ten and confidently went to the third, overgrown along the way with very juicy details.

Soaring is not a process, it is a ritual, and when such a body is on the altar, it is already a religious rite.

Having warmed up, in circles above my head, I bring him down on a sacrifice, which begins to moan quietly but very relishly. Mental counter approaches just broke and began to unwind with terrible speed. The reaction lifts the ass, forming a small arched bridge, on which I walk through the broom with all the care, leading my hand behind it, which is not necessary, but more stable and more importantly more pleasant. Under the hand slides a gentle, hot skin, in the hollows of the fingers going to the moisture given off by her body. The hand reaches the top of the bridge, and then there are three roads, down to the center of life, right and left along the slender legs. Huddled together, I don’t know on which hundred, the mental counter, demands it down, sweet languor suggests not to rush things, an already pleasant process. I ignore the frantic counter and walk along the inside of the thigh. Bah, here we have a highly developed erogenous zone! The reaction already shook finely small, stronger, sticking out his ass and spreading his legs. So wound on a mustache, go ahead. It seems the leg never ends, just great! Here are the feet with pursed fingers, and we have a broom on them, and back, on the other leg. Closer to the thigh, I feel a strong shaking in myself, probably the counter has already gone off the coils and lost the balance, therefore I agree with him, and finish the journey in the crotch, on clearly set lips. Kayf! The reaction as a current knocked, and it plentifully flowed. My fingers became wet and slightly sticky, gently leading them higher through the jumper to the emergency entrance. Another electric shock, it looks like the excitability of the Reaction, here you are! With great difficulty, I break away from contemplation (I did not wave the broom anymore) and look at the Reaction, she is looking at me from under her arm. Classic dumb scene.

- Be kind of tum, madam - I say, to comply with the succession.

“All of a sudden,” she plays along, rolling over onto her back.

Look gorgeous, enjoy it while warming up a broom above his head. Only now I look attentively at the Reaction, she is about 28 years old, she is beautiful and knows about it. She looks into my eyes, without hiding anything, I quietly get high, another wave rises from the bottom, almost already irresistible lust.

Broom described the last lap above his head and fell on a hollow between two almost perfect hills with earthlings on the tops, which slightly shuddered at such an earthquake. It is worth noting that not only they shuddered, but also my male nature, which, in spite of the high temperature and the pair, slowly began to enter combat positions. The reaction threw back her head and bent at the back, I continued the journey. Yeah, strong, even in the steam room, chest under the arm is a special sensation, it was worth lingering on it, Damn, and in fact lingered quite well! Nature has already fully taken up combat positions and sent the order "Not one step back." And I went forward, more precisely, forward and down, on a relief stomach (it sways or something?), The hand slips onto the pubis, sweeping the leaves sticking from the broom with smooth circular movements. It seems to be a thrill for both of us, it is revealed by the wet and slightly swollen lips of her vagina, slightly opened and released her bud, while small, but I will quickly fix it. No, later, it is not necessary to interfere with one buzz with another, if there is time and opportunity. It looks like the Reaction gave me a blank check, spreading my legs wider and completely relaxed. Although in such a pair, and still waving a broom, I myself was barely standing on my feet, firmly and unequivocally I had only one, my assault gun. Having finished with my legs, I estimated her weight and my abilities, although nature had not been deprived of dimensions (180/90), but when it was broken, it was rather risky to carry the slippery girl in her arms down the shelves. Well, to hell with it, the risk! I pick up the Reaction in my hands, mentally throwing five pounds to my calculations, and jump down, praying about the shelves' strength, all the total weight a hundred and a half and even a jump, but carries it, even helps! The reaction jerked from the non-standard procedure is pressed against me with my whole body. Perhaps my member can easily pierce the armor of light tanks. Everything in the clubs of a couple falls out into the shower room, it looks at me, especially in a special way, I put my precious load on a large, covered sheet, a table in the shower room ....